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A Daughter to Evil.
by Grimbo
Mark woke up and looked over at his clock. 6:00 pm. He had to be
at work by 8:00 pm, and needed to get out of the bed. He looked up at
the ceiling that was peeling only a bit less than the walls of the dumpy
apartment he called home. At least "home" was close to the corner he
had staked out as his. Pulling the covers to the side, Mark lifted
himself up and out of the bed, then headed into the bathroom. A quick
look in the mirror revealed that the light colored hairs on his face
were still short enough that the makeup would hide them.
"Good," he thought, "at least that's one less thing I need to deal
with tonight."
Mark ran a hand from his right ankle up to his crotch, and then
repeated the procedure on the left leg. He could tell that he needed to
shave his legs. He may even touch up the hairs in his crotch and those
growing around his balls. One day, when he could gather up the nerve,
he would get rid of it all. But today, he didn't want to deal with it.
Mark stepped to the shower and started the water. While waiting for
the water to warm up, Mark took care of his bodily functions. When he
was finished, he got into the shower and washed first his hair, and
then the rest of his body. Reaching to the shelf in the shower, Mark
got out his trusty razor, and worked on removing the hairs on his legs
and armpits, and trimmed the ones in his crotch. When he had finished,
Mark did one final rinse, and then turned off the water and dried
himself. Once he was dry, he wrapped the towel around his waist and
went back to his bedroom.
Of all the transvestites on the strip Mark where worked, he felt that
he was the luckiest. His 5'3" height and trim body allowed him the
ability to look more like a woman than any of the other "girls" he worked
near. Mark had spent a lot of time getting his figure. He even went
on hormone therapy to increase the size of his breasts and to get other,
more feminine aspects. All the girls on the strip were envious. Once,
he had wandered down to where the natural girls were, and none of them
ever knew he wasn't the real thing. Every once and a while, a John would
come to Mark's corner, and not know that he was a man. On these
occasions, Mark would play the innocent new hooker that would only
perform blow jobs. The John never caught on that it was a man doing the
work.
But there were also some drawbacks. If he did get caught, he wasn't
strong enough to fight back. And since he freelanced, he didn't have
the protection of a pimp. Once, Mark spent two weeks in a hospital
because of an attack. The cops never found out who did it. Mark didn't
care, and couldn't afford to stop.
Mark's $1000 a week drug habit kept him here, and he knew it. He
blamed everything on society. Society couldn't accept a transvestite.
He had managed to go through college dressing as a girl. He knew someone
on the admissions staff that changed his "Male" box to the "Female" box.
His name also got entered as Markie. But, after graduation, no company
hired him when he showed up for the interviews dressed as a girl. They
always told him they were expecting a man, and when he told them he was,
the look in their faces made him realize that they were shocked at the
person in front of them. He never got a second interview, even though
his grades had been high B's in college. His depression sank lower and
lower after each interview. Before long, he was using drugs to help him
maintain a good outlook on life. But the times when he was off the
drugs, he felt very suicidal. He lost all of his friends, and moved to
San Francisco. There he started hooking, to get the money for his drug
habit, and his life spiraled down from there.
Mark went over to his dresser and pulled out a gaff. He pulled the
garment up and then tucked his dick into it. With this on, Mark's
crotch was as smooth as any natural's was. Mark got out his breast
forms, and got the contact glue out. He was an expert at putting them
on, and within 5 minutes, he had gotten them attached and blended in
with makeup so that you had to get really close to see that they weren't
flesh. Another drawer was opened, and a lacy thong and pushup bra set
were pulled out. Mark donned these items, along with a pair of black
thigh-highs he pulled from a third drawer.
Walking to his closet, Mark pulled out a short red Lycra and cotton,
long sleeved tube dress. He pulled it over his head and body, and then
smoothed it out. The dress accented his curves, and showed the lines
of his thong disappearing into his butt. After pulling on a wide black
belt that formed a slight 'V' in the front, Mark then stepped into some
3" black heels that were currently in style. He moved over to his
bathroom and began to put on his makeup. In a few minutes, a fairly
good looking woman, if you ignored the short cut hair, was staring back
at him. Another trip to the closet and back, and Mark pulled on the
blonde wig that completed his change. If he didn't know any better, he
would have thought that he had been born a woman. It was time for him
to get the rent. Mark turned off the lights of his apartment, and headed
to the block that had become way too familiar to him over the last few
years.
* * * * *
"Do you have the girl?" Madenma asked.
"No master," replied Henry. "I couldn't get any of them to come back
with me. It's like they knew something was up."
"And where exactly did you look?"
"The mall."
"WHAT!!!" yelled Madenma. "You are such an idiot. Why do you think
that any woman would come with you if you looked in a mall?" Madenma
started to walk around the lab table to where Henry was standing. "You
know, if you had half of a brain, I might just not kill you."
Henry backed away from the enraged man, and found himself cowering
against a wall. "Please, master, give me one more chance." By now,
Madenma had reached Henry.
Grabbing Henry tightly by the neck, Madenma looked him in the eyes.
"I will give you one more chance. I need a woman for the demon tonight.
If I fail, he has promised to give me her fate, and feast from your
entrails. You had best not fail me. If you do, I will hunt you down
in the bowels of hell, and I shall guarantee your suffering to be twenty
times as hard as what the devil has chosen for you."
Madenma let go of Henry's neck, and Henry fell to the floor wheezing.
He was barely able to muster out a, "Yes, master," before rushing out of
the lab and into the night. Time was not on his side, and he didn't
think that it was a good night to die.
* * * * *
It had been a slow night for Mark, and by 10:00 he had only managed
to get one trick. $50 for a simple blow job to some guy. Mark had been
really careful, since he hadn't been sure if the John new Mark wasn't a
woman. In the end, it didn't matter. The guy had lost his load, and
Mark had gotten the money. Ain't commerce great. Mark had a feeling
that this wasn't going to be a very profitable night, but the lights of
an approaching car had him standing a little straighter, and moving
towards the curb. As the car slowed down, Mark thought he might be able
to salvage the night after all. When the car stopped, and the window
slid down, Mark leaned over and started a conversation in his best
hooker voice.
"Hiya sweetie. You need something tonight?"
"Well, I was wondering what a beautiful girl such as yourself is
doing in a place like this?"
Giggling, Mark answered, "Nothing much. Do the girls really fall for
that line?"
"Actually, no. But if I try it enough, maybe one will." They both
smiled at that remark. "So, are you working, or are you just hanging
out?"
"Are you a cop?" Mark knew the answer. There were no other cars on
the streets, or in the nearest parking lots. And, the 1972 Ford Pinto
isn't exactly a car used by the police during undercover work.
"No, do I look like one?"
Well, that was the right answer. If he was a cop, he couldn't bust
Mark now. "Then I'm working. What do you need?"
The man in the car blushed a little before answering, "How about a
BJ?"
'Great,' thought Mark. 'He thinks I'm a natural. I'll get the $50
from him, and then keep on for the night. No early bedtime for me
tonight.'
"$50 for the BJ," Mark said to the driver. "Money up front."
The driver pulled out two twenties and a ten from his wallet, and
laid it on the seat next to him. Mark opened the door and gathered the
money as he sat. Mark slid the money into a pouch in his belt, and
reached over to unbutton and unzip the driver's pants. His dick was
ready for her. Mark slid it free of the boxers after pulling the
driver's pants down a little. The man's dick was huge. At least 12",
and Mark wasn't sure if it was fully erect. He knew that he was getting
ready to earn every last penny of that $50. Leaning over, Mark formed
an 'O' with his mouth, and began to perform the task. Mark had managed
to slide up and down that monster cock about 5 times, before he felt the
prick on his ass. Mark pulled away from the man to see an empty needle
in the driver's hand. All Mark could register was shock. He had never
faced something like this before, and as the darkness fell over him, he
wasn't sure if he would ever face it again.
Henry knew his master would be pleased.
* * * * *
Henry arrived back at the lab to find Madenma pacing back and forth
across the lab floor. There was a slight smell of sulfur in the air.
"I have a girl, master," he said, as he entered the room. Laying
Mark down on the examining table, Henry began to tie Mark's hands and
feet to the table.
"Make sure she's bound securely. I don't want her to have any chance
of escaping."
"Yes, master."
"And hurry. That stench has been here for 10 minutes. The demon
will be here in another 5."
"Yes, master."
In three minutes, Henry had finished tying Mark down, and stepped
away from the table. It wasn't long before there was a flash of flame,
and a demon appeared before the two men. He stood 7 feet tall, and had
horns that extended another foot until they disappeared through the
tiled ceiling of the lab. When the demon turned his head, the horns
torn a hole in the tile of the ceiling. His skin color was the
stereotypical red of demon lore, and from the ground up to his neck, he
had the body of a large bodybuilder. His face was elongated, and the
skin was drawn tight across the bones. His teeth looked more like spikes
than normal teeth, and on his hands were 10" claws.
Je'haleka had arrived, and Je'haleka wasn't some low-level demon. He
was said to be only two levels below the Lord of the Demons. Very few
demons could command Je'haleka, and those that did, did so very
carefully. The legends say that Je'haleka could be one level removed
from the Lord of the Demons if he chose, and all the demons ahead of him
knew this. Je'haleka surveyed the lab before him.
"I see that you feel that you have kept your end of the bargain,
mortals," Je'haleka spoke, with a breath that smelled like garbage that
had been sitting in the sun for three weeks.
"Yes. Here is the girl we promised to deliver to you tonight,"
replied Madenma.
Je'haleka began to laugh. His laughter shook the very foundations
that the lab sat on. Madenma and Henry didn't know what to think of it.
Je'haleka walked to the table where Mark had been bound, and slipped his
claw under the hem of Mark's dress. The claw poked through the fabric,
and sliced it completely down the middle, from Mark's crotch to his neck.
Reaching under the waistband of the thong and the gaff, Je'haleka
repeated the ripping to expose Mark's dick. All the time, Je'haleka
didn't stop laughing. The demon ran his claw lightly over Mark's dick,
and it reacted by becoming erect. Madenma's eyes grew wide, and Henry
screamed as he bolted towards the door. Je'haleka made no move to stop
him.
"Do you think you can deceive me, mortal?"
Madenma kneeled before the demon and lowered his head. "I did not
know. I had sent my assistant out to get the girl, and he failed me."
"As you have failed me," Je'haleka said.
"Yes, lord."
"Do you remember the fate you now face?"
"Yes, lord. I am to take the place of the woman I was to retrieve."
"Yes. I knew you didn't understand what that meant, when I told you.
Now you do. You shall make a lovely bride for Deenzal. He commanded
me to do this task. I knew you would fail, and decided this would be
an appropriate fate for you, and a wonderful twist for him. Prepare
yourself."
Madenma braced himself, and was greeted with a searing flame from
Je'haleka's hands. He couldn't stop the screams escaping from his mouth,
as the flame burned off his skin and muscle, and then boiled his organs,
until there was nothing left but bones. Even these changed as a second
burst of green flames extended from Je'haleka's hands. Bones shifted as
organs regrew. Once the lungs and vocal cords had reappeared, the
screams continued. Muscles reappeared, smaller than before, and not as
well defined. And the screams continued. Skin and fat wrapped the
muscles, and formed a visage of loveliness except for the deep reddish
black tone of the skin. Her nails were black, and matched her lips and
eyelids. And the screams continued. A black gown flowed over her skin,
as if alive. The gown had a slit on the side, revealing 95% of her left
leg. And the screams continued. Her feet changed next. The toes fused
together, and turned black, as did the sides of her feet. A 6" spiked
heel formed in place of the normal heels of her feet. If you didn't
notice that the heel was part of her, you might have thought that she
was wearing some very sexy shoes. And finally, the screams stopped.
"You now have a form that will be pleasing to Deenzal," Je'haleka
said. "Your screams of agony were nothing, compared to what he has in
store for you. Be gone!"
With that, Madenma was engulfed in a pillar of black fire, and
disappeared from the lab. Je'haleka turned towards Mark, and thought
about what he should do with this mortal.
* * * * *
"Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!" was all Henry could say as he ran away
from the lab. He had made a major mistake in picking up the girl
tonight, and all he could think of was the demon eating him. After
running for 10 minutes, Henry came upon a church. He decided that
demons couldn't enter churches, so he ran up the steps and went inside.
It was dark, and very quiet. Henry had been raised in a fairly strict
Catholic family. In college, he had decided that there was no God, and
quit going to church. That had been 10 years ago, and as he sat in the
pew and began to pray, his first prayer was for forgiveness. Before
long, Henry's exhaustion had overtaken him, and he drifted off to sleep.
* * * * *
Awareness came slowly to Mark. He could feel that his dress had been
pulled away from his stomach and chest, but he still felt it on his arms.
He also felt the boner he was sporting. He tried to move, and found
that he was securely tied to whatever he was lying on. After struggling
for a moment, he gave up, and relaxed a little.
"So you are awake," Je'haleka said to him.
The stench flowed over Mark as the demon spoke, making him want to
puke.
"I see that you don't like the flower that is my breath."
"I've smelt better," Mark replied, not sure where the person to whom
he was talking was.
Je'haleka moved into Mark's line of sight, and his mind started to
lose it's battle with consciousness. The demon waved his hand over
Mark's head, and Mark was fully cogent.
"Wha...What are you?" Mark asked.
"I am Je'haleka, Supreme Demon. I was brought here by two foolish
mortals, and we made a deal."
"I'm going to assume that I don't want to know the details."
"I'm sure you don't. Anyway, I've dealt with one, and need to deal
with the other. And, I think you will help me."
"Me? Why me?"
"Because if you don't, I'm going to take you back to hell with me,
and find new and interesting ways to make you scream."
Mark didn't need to think to respond. "Okay, I'm game."
"No, you're going to be the hunter."
Je'haleka placed one of his hands against the tip of Mark's erect
dick, and began to push it back. At first, it was uncomfortable, but as
the demon applied more pressure, the pain began to grow. Mark could feel
something happening, but he was confused as to what it was. As the demon
continued to press, Mark felt the demon's finger inside his dick. He
looked down, and saw the strangest thing in his life. His dick was still
erect, but at half it's normal length. And to top it off, the head of
his dick was nowhere to be seen. Mark could feel the demon pressing on
the tip of his dick, but he could only see the base of the demon's hand
at the top of his now shorter dick. He laid his head back, not wanting
to witness what the demon was doing.
Before long, Mark felt the demon let up on the pressure, and remove
his hand. This removal felt strangely good to Mark. The demon began to
pinch Mark's balls, and Mark could feel them shooting up into him. The
skin of his sack was pinched and pulled and moved around his crotch.
Mark had no idea what the demon was doing. Before long, the demon
stopped, and then rubbed Mark's crotch. Mark felt searing heat from
this action, but did not cry out. Soon, the demon stopped and looked up
at Mark.
"There," Je'haleka said. "Your first tool."
Je'haleka produced a mirror, and held it so that Mark could see his
crotch. No longer was there a set of balls and a dick. He now possessed
a perfectly formed pussy, with not a trace of hair. Surprise registered
on Mark's face.
"What have you done?"
"Given you what you need to work for me. And it's functional in
every way that a real woman's would work, except you can't get pregnant,
unless a demon fucks you."
"This can't be happening."
"Oh, it is. Now relax."
Je'haleka waved his hands over Mark, and all the clothing and his
fake tits were gone. Je'haleka grabbed Mark's nipples, and began to pull
on them. The pain level was high, but Mark still did not scream. When
Je'haleka let go, Mark could feel his new tits wiggle a little. Looking
at them, he thought they seemed a little larger than the fake B's he had
used. Je'haleka then placed his hands on the side of Mark's waist, and
pressed in. Mark could feel his waist shrinking as his hips became wider
and his ass became more rounded. When Je'haleka was finished, Mark
sported a 24" waist and 36" hips. Matching these measurements were
breasts that measured 34C. The demon untied Mark, and picked him up by
the hair. Holding Mark's two feet off the floor, the demon shook him by
the hair until he was standing on the floor. The now golden hair flowed
past Mark's ass.
"This is your final test, to see if you are worthy of being my
daughter. Open you mouth, and then stand still and do not move a muscle.
Do not close you eyes."
Mark did as he was told. Je'haleka reached down to his crotch, and
began to jerk off. He stroked faster and fast. Mark wasn't sure what
was going on, but he feared the demon enough to obey him. The demon
beat his dick faster and faster. A drop of precum pulsed out of his
dick, and dripped to the floor. When it hit the ground, it sizzled and
burned through the concrete floor. Before it registered in Mark's head
what was to happen next, the demon's dick exploded with cum. The cum
shot out of the demon, and jetted into Mark's mouth. Instinct caused
Mark to swallow, as the demon moved his dick back and forth across Mark's
body, coating him with cum.
Mark's insides were on fire. He could feel the demon's cum being
digested by his body, as he felt the cum covering his outsides firm up
a bit. Outside of Mark's body, the cum moved and covered every square
inch of his skin. It clung, and formed a catsuit over him. As it's
color darkened, Mark could still feel it's warmth. When it finished
moving, Mark's entire body was covered, except for his face and a small
hole in the back, where his long golden tresses came out as a demonic
ponytail. Not even appearing as separate boots, the catsuit formed 6"
stiletto heels under his feet. Inside, Mark knew there were other
changes happening. He couldn't figure them out, but he knew he was
nowhere near the same person that was drugged earlier that evening.
"Good," said Je'haleka. "You have passed the test."
Mark looked at Je'haleka and was filled with a sense of pride. He
knew that this was right.
"In a few moments, my cum will reach your brain, and rewire it to
work as I need it to. You shall become my huntress. You will live to
do my every bidding. As my time on this plane is limited, you shall be
able to carry on my work, while I supervise from my domain. With time,
the bodysuit you now wear will let you know what it can do. Until then,
you shall have to improvise. I shall tell you what your targets are, as
I need you to deal with them. And your first target is Madenma's
assistant Henry."
"Yes, master. But when I catch him, what should I do with him?"
"When you catch him, you'll know what to do. Now go!"
With that, Mark sprang out the window, and Je'haleka returned to his
realm.
* * * * *
Henry awoke to the sound of a door closing. Quickly sitting up, he
turned and looked back at the entrance to the church, where the sound
had come from. Henry couldn't see anyone there, and turned back around
and faced the altar of the church. Kneeling down and closing his eyes,
Henry resumed his praying.
"That can't save you now," a female voice whispered in his ear. "My
master has sent me for you."
"You can't come in here," Henry said. "You're a demon."
"That's where you're wrong. I'm the girl you stole from the streets.
I've come for you, and there is no escape."
Henry jumped up and swung at the source of the voice. Swinging as
hard as he could, Henry became off balance as his fist swept through the
now empty air. He fell down between the pew and the one in front of him.
Looking up, Henry saw a vision of beauty. Her blonde hair was flowing
as if a wind was blowing. Likewise, her short flower print sundress was
also moving, as if the wind was touching it. She kneeled down on him,
placing her crotch on the front of his pants. Before he knew it, she
was gyrating her hips to some unheard music, and his dick was reacting.
She leaned forward and pulled his hands to her breast. As he started
to massage them, he felt the material of the dress flow out from under
his hands, and then over his hands. At the same time, he felt his pants
being removed, and something grabbing his dick. As Henry started to
scream, the woman leaned down and began to kiss him. Henry felt her
tongue enter his mouth. As it left, he felt a slick substance stay
behind.
Once the kiss was over, Henry felt the woman stand up, and step away
from him. His hands were still covered in some sort of goo that seemed
to be sliding up his arms. A similar feeling was spreading over his
groin. Henry swallowed, and immediately knew that was a bad idea. His
world started to spin, and he passed out.
Mark picked up the cocoon as soon as it had finished forming over
Henry's body, and left the church, heading for his home.
* * * * *
Henry awoke feeling very strange. He couldn't move his arms or legs.
As he tried harder, he felt whatever it was he was in rock a bit.
Before long, he heard a knocking on the outside. He tried to knock back,
and only managed to rock the cocoon a little harder. The knocking he
heard got louder, and then there was a breaking sound, and some of the
cocoon fell onto his face. A pair of hands reached in, and pulled the
chips away from his face. When it was cleared, he could see a man
looking back at him.
"Just as you promised," the man said, looking to the left. "She's as
pretty as you said."
"And horny. She'll fuck the chrome off a trailer hitch if you give
her a chance," a female voice said. A voice Henry recognized from the
church.
"Okay, let's get her out. You promise she won't try to run."
"Of course she'll try. But she can't, unless you tell her to, for
she has to stay within 10 feet of the first person she sees when the
cocoon is opened. And that's you."
"Great."
The cocoon was quickly broken apart, and Henry was helped out. He
tried to ask what was going on, but found that he did not have a voice.
"Isn't that cute?" the man said. "She's trying to talk."
"Yes. But she won't need to talk. Moaning is the only sound she can
make now."
Henry looked around, trying to figure out what was happening. When
he looked down at himself, he almost fainted. He could see his DD
breasts hanging on his chest. When he reached up and touched them, he
felt an immediate sense of pleasure, and a slight moisture coming from
his groin. He realized that he was now a woman. Henry looked up at the
face of the man, and all thoughts of trying to leave left him. He knew
that this was his man, and the person he wanted to spend the rest of his
life with.
"Here's the rest of your money," said the man, as he turned and handed
a suitcase to Mark. "I think I could sell some more of these women if
you can get some."
"Don't worry," Mark said, "I can get plenty. I'll call you and let
you know when I have the next one."
The man turned, and looked at Henry again. She was perfect, and the
exact size he had wanted. The man went to ask Mark a question, only to
find that she was gone.
"Now, let's get you dressed and take you home. I'm sure we can find
something for you to do."
Henry screamed inside his mind. He had screwed up, and would now pay
for it for the rest of his life.
Fin.
Nadene
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